woke up this morning feeling very happy. I took a shower and got ready for work, still felt happy. Lay down to try to get a ten-minute power nap in before I left for work, felt happy afterwards. Is it totally weird that I am so happy that it’s Trash Day? I cannot wait until that man comes and takes away the trash from the past two weeks.
YES! I did say two weeks darn it! We forgot (not I of course) to take it out last week. Do you see why I am so excited or is this all still a little too weird?